The Real Side of Mothering

You know when it’s been quiet for just a minute too long and you think….’hmmm, I wonder what the kid is into?’

Yeah, don’t ignore that intuition. Because nine times out ten, they are up to no good.

Take today for instance, I was in the process of going through infant bins, organizing clothes and making laundry piles. Jack’s new room is just about finished and I was working on moving some baby stuff back into the nursery. Jack had been running in and out of both rooms, playing and chattering. I must have been concentrating because all of a sudden I noticed my sidekick had gone missing.

Cue intuition to go FIND said child.

Nope…I decided to just call for him and see if he would come back to me. Yeah right.

Another minute or two goes by. It’s very quiet. Time to investigate…

What do I find?

My precious angel baby sitting on the floor of my bathroom with my sonicare toothbush using it to clean out my floor vent (which he somehow figured out how to remove the grate). At first glance, it’s not the biggest deal. Gross for sure, but nothing I can’t clean up relatively easily. Until I take a good look around and see that half the toilet bowl water is now on the floor, and my kid’s shirt is all wet and he is sadly shaking his head saying, ‘no, no, no!’

I’m pretty sure Jack brushed his teeth with toilet water, had some fun splashing and then moved onto the vent…

He hands me the toothbrush and attempts to make a hasty exit. I have to hand it to him, he’s a smart one.

I dry heave a 1,000 times, say just as many swear words under my breath, clean up the mess and put my toothbrush in the dishwasher. (I will be buying a new head tonight…)

And to think I somehow thought being a mom would be relaxing. Ha!

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5 Responses to “The Real Side of Mothering”

Too funny! My heart sinks in my chest when I cannot locate or hear Ian in the house. And then he comes squealing around the corner with a smirk on his face…and later I will find out what he’s been up to!

Yes…why don’t we listen to our instincts better. I found Claire in the garage last week all by herself (note: garage door was open). I too waited for 2 minutes before I finally checked to see where she was.